Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggas

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. rule the world nigga
Y'all gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta
L.A. niggas, connected all the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize this; game

Now in my younger I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a mag
G'd up the feet up
Blue'd up the shoe up's how I grew up
Loc'n, and drinkin' til we threw up (threw up)
At Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
Ditching my class, to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga yo' tool up
But don't sleep, niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no
But Time Bomb much when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a cannon
Smoke big green, call it Banner
Watch your manners, at another blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock
Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha
And Hittman a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this
it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold separate, it
From to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, what?

We roll deep, on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack
They call me Hitt cause I spit like do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggas you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you (where you from?)
Mash on you for your chain, C.K. B.K
up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggas get, jacked for Dana Dane's
My pants hang my waistline
I humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter the baseline
waste my time
Fuck a scrap in Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

I was raised in the hood WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can a dick
If I catch you touching mine you a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away gettin' from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV
and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin' a pistol up to your and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the thunder
Roll niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And by the case
YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit and gold rings
fold the style, but can't find no openings

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
Requirements for each day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot from the cops
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

In L.A

That's how we